Chapter 1: Just an Ordinary Day
It was just another ordinary day in Raccoon City, Nebraska. I had gotten up and read The Raccoon Times newspaper.
I hear a loud knock on my apartment entrance and a muffled voice commanding, "Let me in!" I rise from the couch and answer the plea.
"So, Officer Kleifcann, ready for a fun, new day?" she teases me after I open the door. She walks in with me.
I replied, "Oh,you know I'm just work with evidence-nothing dangerous." I pause for a second. "Will you ever stop teasing me?"
"Basically, nope," she teased.
When I sit back on the sofa, Blair follows me and plops down on a cushion. I pick up the newspaper and begin reading again. "So, how was last night with Josh?"
"That bastard. I never want to see him again." Blair replies spitefully while pushing her strait blond hair back.
"What happened?" I question as I continue to read the newspaper.
"He was an a-hole. He treated me awful." She pauses. "I knew I should have dumped that excuse of a man a long time ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Blair rants on about how cruel and awful that Josh guy was as I turn the page and see an interesting article-5 Dead Bodies Go Missing. "Blair, you see this?"
She hones in her foggy, mysterious eyes and looks at the news story. "How's that possible?"
I skim the article and discover that five people were brought into the hospital last night and died from strange bite marks. Before the doctors could perform autopsies, the cadavers disappeared. "How interesting…" I whisper to myself.
"Dang," comments Blair, "how's that even possible?"
"Who would know?"
"But still…" she pauses and in a few moments, she resumes. "Hey, maybe they're zombies looking for flesh."
The comment places a smile on my face. "Maybe they are."
Blair rises up and commands, "Well, zombies or not, some people need to get ready for an excellent Tuesday." She leaves my apartment and walks down the narrow rectangular hallway to room C12, her apartment.
I sigh as I command myself, "Time to get ready." I go into my bathroom and take a quick five-minute shower, return to my bedroom, shuffle through my disorderly closet to find my worker's uniform, and placed the snug-fitting outfit over my skinny body.
In a flash, I lock my apartment's door, scuttle down the stairs,and walk to my awaiting red Ferrari. Out the parking garage I went.
I proceed down the busy downtown traffic until I reach my workplace-the Raccoon Police Department.